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The Perk, Sunday Evening
Timothy Desmond, or as some called him, the Grand (or Dread) and Puissant Champion of the Fey, was feeling neither Grand (or Dread) or Puissant. What he was feeling, was distracted.
He had spent all day cleaning. And for background noise, he had put on a book on CD. He had never listened to one before. But he'd gotten this one for Christmas from T'ing, and felt he owed it to her to finally listen to it.
It had been very good, but the result was that for the rest of the day, his inner monologue insisted on narrating everything with the voice of Neil Gaiman.
Which did not really have anything to do with why he was now in the perk with a frightfully large frozen mochaccino, trying to study for classes. It did however explain why his textbooks all sounded like Mr. Gaiman in his head.
Good thing he was studying mythology.
[Open to all! The Mun makes no claim to being able to write anything like Neil Gaiman, but this is what my inner monologue does after I listen to an audio book.]
He had spent all day cleaning. And for background noise, he had put on a book on CD. He had never listened to one before. But he'd gotten this one for Christmas from T'ing, and felt he owed it to her to finally listen to it.
It had been very good, but the result was that for the rest of the day, his inner monologue insisted on narrating everything with the voice of Neil Gaiman.
Which did not really have anything to do with why he was now in the perk with a frightfully large frozen mochaccino, trying to study for classes. It did however explain why his textbooks all sounded like Mr. Gaiman in his head.
Good thing he was studying mythology.
[Open to all! The Mun makes no claim to being able to write anything like Neil Gaiman, but this is what my inner monologue does after I listen to an audio book.]
